Luyện nghe bài hát Cusswords

So you motherfuckers
I was gonna my style?
So are you saying Todd?

To all you bitches, hoes, and all that
Here's rap that I'm ready to spit
It goes this, my name is $hort
I'm shit up like never before

Pimp slaps, snaps
Cold cash money and Too raps
Oakland, California where I'm from
The city where the boys say you want none

But if you do, I'm gonna you this
Trues and ain't really shit
Wanna roll so hard, all of the
You and that bitch Too $hort rhymes

If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say it's about that
But if you ask me, you have some, I'll say it doesn't concern me
Reagan came up to me and said, "Do you have the answer
To the U.S. economy and a for cancer?"

I said, what are you in the White House
If you're not cocaine?
Ask wife, Nancy Reagan, I know she'll spit that game
one night, she came to my house, and gave me a blow job
She licked my dick, up and down, it was corn on the cob

is life? Life is Too $hort
I the bitches like it's a sport
Yeah, I'll the bitches just like y'all
Dr. J played basketball

You can call me Too, don't say it
get me real mad and I'll fuck your wife
You see I'm not proper, I'm polite
Too $hort, Too $hort, don't say it tonight,

It started on a bright morning in
I was in my drop to y'all gettin' sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty bitches, around the world, I this rhyme for you
You not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true

So much death in the Oakland
Am I gonna till next week?
I get shot by a dope fiend
Tryin' to get high, to steal my ring

I really say, 'cause I don't know why
People out here droppin' like flies
I used to see a boy givin' five
Now I say, "Man, still alive?"

as hell, the town I'm from
Won't last too long when you're the funk
I'm the master rapper, so
Clap my hand when I my freak

You can't deny it, you know I'm
I turn any rapper out I'm on the mic
And I kick back, or relax
he knows I'm the best at the MC rap

Till he Too $hort, set the track
They got him caught up in my cap
Motherfucker can't spit straight on the mic
'Cause worse than a fag or a Frisco dike

He's a sucker MC, I call him
Tryin' to spit rap, you can scratch that junk
You little boy, wouldn't listen to me
I'm fakin' but I'm takin' all you sucker MC's
To the end of the world and push you
Good luck couldn't find you in a four clover

If I ever said a rap, to cap on you
I wouldn't sweat it 'cause you'll be through
Lookin' so far up, you might down
Gettin' by the hound from east Oaktown

And the in your face when you're lickin' that tooth
Could make a man die, laughin' at you
you're a, no rappin', no rhymin'
Played out fake ass Simple

I understood one word you said
But you're swearin' up and that you're killin' 'em dead
There's only one thing, I to know
Sucker motherfucker, where's the

I'm the player of players, just me Pop
My name is Too $hort, no I stop
I just stop mackin', don't stop cappin'
Don't rappin' now you see what happens

Your mind is gone, crew just cut
Sucker MC tell you what
Your rhymes are weak, rap the same
And it comes to game, you are lame

Never even of Too $hort baby
Hit in 1980
Singin' mo' raps than a rap rhyme
Tellin' sucker MC's don't my time

There's a I know her name is Betty
Straight to the just rock it steady
She's so freaky juice you up
All the home boys just can't get

a Ph.D., don't even stop
In the like that goin', top, top, top
I won't say white girl, won't say she's
the kind of girl that make your knees go crack

Feel the beat, with me
Let me tell you I be
I'm a MC rapper, a MC
A big bank roller and a cold, capper

Hey baby, I got rhyme
It's not stop till the end of time
Like rock and I'll play that song
To the all day and all night long

So up, to what I'm sayin'
I'm a Oaktown mack, bitch I playin'
To all the home boys time in the pen
Gonna this beat for you once again

If you can't get out and you're mad as
Say bitch, now make it for real
I'ma tear up, if I get the chance
I could give a less if you're hole don't dance
See I'm a big mack now, I'm so
I was born and raised in the State

Call me T O O, if you say
I'ma rap my ass off you give me some more
Big bank, now make me rich
Bitch bitch bitch bitch make me

Check out my style, baby I quit
I this freak say, "That's the shit"
He the cake, fucked the rake
Too $hort baby damn sure ain't

But the sucker are screamin' loud
Sayin' Sir Too $hort, shut mouth
How can you about me, and call me weak
When your father smokes coke and you mother's a

So I on rappin', if nothin' else
Keep jealous thoughts to yourself
Bitch and bitch, he's a MC
Ain't sayin' but he's holdin' the mic
Fuck me, and boy you're doomed
I a trick with a hoe to the motel room

'Cause I'm the coldest MC on a
a 357 pointed at your dome
I got cap for cap, you never
So again with cusswords

Motherfuckin' shit, fuckin' me
Fuck a skank bitch and a MC
All you bastards got the
And fuck you punk 'cause you can't rap

Cusswords, just let 'em
shit, goddamn ass hoe
Cusswords, just quit
Motherfuck you damn bitch

Too $hort, on the mic, and it don't stop
And it don't stop, and it won't stop,
out my style